Irrational Apathy. By CpSingleton © 2014
Like prickly heat on his stomach lining and
Over his epidermis: eye-lids and all,
It irritates him until he crumples
In on himself.
Silhouette of his cheery self.
The inane chatter and rude countenance of
The human barrier that
Stands in his way, around his way,
Makes him want to tear off his flesh
With the aid of a plastic spoon.
They give him the shits.
The rumbling-belly, too much grapefruit squits.
He looks for a focus, but
They simply pass across it,
Like an abattoir truck full
Of still crying baby animal heads blocking
The red warmth of
A beautiful sunset.
The only safety is under the light quilt
Of his undersized bed.
Away from gawky eyes and
Mouths that spew
Out nothing new.
Just toxic stings
That malignancy brings.
And still the knots tighten.
Squealing as they…
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